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I want to be away from them. I don't want to see them. Driving their cars, looking to see who is looking. Why do I even think about them? You can come and you can go. You don't mean much to me. I would treat you as they do. I'd be better as an animal--not that one, but one capable of unconditional love. Or that one, that looks to the ocean, then forgets. I am tired of all the things I don't feel the next day. I am tired of looking.